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I am flaily mcflailerson and I really was trying to sleep but it didn't work and I kept thinking of things but dammit it's done and just needs printed and it's Fine.

( torchwood ramblings )

*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk* I am going to feel so crap in the day, and I have classes to go to, and other things to do, and I Hate This Shit and I Hate My Brain and. ohhhh.

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So I wound up staying up all night even though that was D-U-M Dumb but whatever, whatever, stepmother knew what was wrong with the printer so thing is printed, and then I washed for the first time in, uh, five days? ewww! and then I scared the cleaner (omg, we have a cleaner, she comes in two mornings a week and does hoovering and stuff and that scares me so ha, I reciprocated the scaring) and then and then and then I finally watched ( SPN 2.04 Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things )

*flails and runs away*

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*sways*

oh god, these people think I'm... I dunno, obsessed with my own boobs, or something, and it's just that I need to be a bit loopy to actually talk to people, whether it's alcohol or sleep dep or whatever, and then I talk about anything, and I really do need to get new bras and it honestly is something I have fucking problems with, so I talk about it, and. whatever. Also I swear too much.

I went for drinks after chorus again. And I ate food there, too, which was exciting and unusual of me, but I hadn't really eaten and am all sleep-dep so two pints beer = sway-y me. Whatevs, yo. And apparently my voice is recognisable from the back of the chorus, and, um, hmm, and also, again, whatever, maybe I forget about stuff and just attempt immediate sleep because it might actually work. omg.